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Young Lucid Lyrics"Panda"

Yeah yeah
Shout out to Desiigner
He got New York City going crazy over this Panda shit man

Verse 1: [Young Lucid]

Back on my rap shit
I'll make a beat do a backflip
We got the weight like a fat chick
My baby girl like an actress
That's Sophia Vega
I say a prayer
For every nigga with zero paper
Some call them haters
I call them broke
Rap and chicken
That's all I know
I ain't talking no caesar
Fuck nigga hasta la vista
I don't play with that zoe shit
I ain't swiping no Visas
Only bars that I fucks with are sixteens and ice creams
The day I lie in my verses
God gon' throw your boy in them hearses
That's a fact
I make my cash off of rap
I'll peel your muffin cap way the fuck back
You must not know where you're at
Flapping them jiblets
Your riblets is at stake
Fuck is a break?
I got the flow of the Empire State
Don't you violate my compadres
Or go flying off fire escapes
It's figures over niggas
Make her sing like Bryson Tiller
Oh no, don't
Make me tell you twice
I'll rap until the after life
When I get to heaven L-U-C gon' leave a mark
Until then I want that X6 like a Panda
When I park it I'll be sparking
A backwood fatter than a fucking Panda

I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and shit sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
Whole buncha lot of shit
They be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty
Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
I got niggas that's counting for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some niggas pull off and they in the Rafe
CTD, they pull off and they kill the Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gone fill the bank, niggas up in the bank We gone drill the bank, fuck we gone kill the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I get cards yea I shitted
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gone trend it
Jeff The Don doing business
Zana Ray fucking up shit and she doin' her bidnezz
I be getting to the chicken
Counting to the chicken
And all of my niggas gone split it